Page 7 of My Ex's Billionaire Brothers

I do my best to focus on logistics instead. My gaze cuts to Theo. I mouth the word “balcony” before turning to her. “We’ll be right back.” I set out to the balcony with Theo close behind. “We need to talk.”

“Fucking Calvin,” he growls.

I nod. “Exactly. He’s made a mess of her life, and we’re here to clean it up.”

“We are?”

“I’m not letting her deal with this alone. Are you?”

“Well, no, but?—”

“Good. What do you think of hooking her up with a job?”

“Here? Are you out of your mind?”

I shake my head. “At one of our offices? She was an office manager before, right?”

Theo’s mouth tightens. “Let’s not complicate the situation. We can help her with a temporary place to stay. That’s enough for now.”

I get it—he’s worried about crossing lines, about mixing personal relationships with business. Theo always worries. Normally, I’d agree. But this feels different.

“Theo, she needs help. We’re billionaires with more than enough money and resources to help her. She’s practically family?—”

“She is most certainlynotfamily.”

I blink at him. “Until a few hours ago, she was.”

He closes his eyes and lets out an audible exhale of frustration. I hear it even over the industrial beat thumping through the club. “For the sake of my own sanity, please stop calling her family.”

“Why are you getting hung up on this?”

He whips a glare at me. “Because you shouldn’t have even a tiny crush on family.”

I grin. Can’t help it. It’s nice to know Theo is just as human as the rest of us.

“Don’t give me that look.”

I laugh hard and stare out over the crowd. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep that to myself.”

“Thank you.”

“Still. We need to help her.”

He sighs. “I’ll think about it.”

“While you’re thinking about her naked?”

The slug to my shoulder is well-deserved. “I told you in confidence.”

“And I haven’t told anyone else. Doesn’t mean I don’t get to tease you for it.”

“I knew telling you was a mistake,” he says with a wry smile.

4

THEO

I standat the wrought-iron railing of the Sins balcony, gazing down at the dance floor below. The pulsing lights bathe the club in shifting colors, transforming the scene from moment to moment. Even at this late hour, a respectable crowd lingers, though it has thinned somewhat as we approach closing. But tonight, my mind is elsewhere—on the woman behind that office door, and on the dilemma that comes with her.